Darius listened and Calliope's words had him let out a small laugh. "You're quite right. Though I think at least half the artists of the world wouldn't exist if they liked themselves." It was true, he didn't like himself and so he spent his days wrapped up in activities he could enjoy and avoid thinking on his own situation, or he reveled in it in a stew of self misery.

The dark haired man nodded slightly though in agreement. Chris was gone and had been for some time now. He had moved on for the most part though, at least he was sure he had. The last words sunk in and he looked over confused. "I do ?"